As it says in the title, these are oneshots of characters from Blogthegreatrouge's comic series
Bendy and Boris; the quest for the ink machine.
I own none of the artwork. I found them all between google and thebbros tumblr.
Some of them I di...
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A thousand winters had passed the same questions, I still ask. Will I find myself within? Am I lost for eternity? Bendy sat there, thinking deeply. It had been almost a year since he gave up his demonic ways. His color scheme inverted and Angel wings sprouted from his back.
Even though everyone said he was a good person, he still ceased to win over one person. You.
I threw away what's left of me. Is this what you hoped me to be? Here alone, so restless, hidden from you, I'm helpless. You had been through too much pain to accept this demon was 'reformed'. He looked up at you, his pale pastel blue eyes boring into you as you worked.
"What do you want demon?" you hissed at him, trying to focus on this panel.
"Why are you so hostile towards me? I'm doin' ev'rything I can to turn myself around. Despite all my efforts, you still hate me as much as you did when we met!" he shouted.
He made sure he was loud enough that everyone could hear.
Standing on the edge, leaning over the thoughts in my head, slowly they fade like a withered sedge I break apart, consuming me as I bled.
At this point the entire studio had their eyes glued to you, awaiting your response. You stood shaking from the tension and stress that was crushing you. You glared at Bendy, forcing back the tears as you shouted back.
"Tch! I thought you said you're changing yourself! YOU"RE STILL THE SAME NARCISSISTIC JERK FROM 30 YEARS AGO!" you ran, your tears splashing him in the face.
I closed my eyes felt the time passing by, while the cold air embraces me. Screaming alone I cried;
Bendy stood there, wordless. He felt like a total ass. Bendy followed the sound of your heartbroken sobs. They lead him back to Joey's former office.
It was emptied out, except for a few boxes and the desk that were left to store away. You sat at the old oak desk. The glossy finish was chipping and the structure bowed. Time took it's toll, reminding the visitors that he was gone.
Your tears slipped down silently, pittering down onto the warped furniture. Bendy pulled up an old crate and sat beside you. His heart throbbing as he tried to find the words to say that would make everything better.
Am I alive? Am I dead from inside? Tell me, is this my life? Am I living a lie? Ooh
Bendy opened his mouth, only to stop as you spoke up.
"30 years ago, you were the star of everyone's dreams. The singing, dancing, devil darling. Kind, caring, mischievous, and loved by all"
"(Y/n)...."he barely whispered.
"I don't know what happened, but next we knew the studio was shut down after the machine caused a major flood. We were all told that we had to find work elsewhere"
"Then 30 odd years later, y'all got letters from Drew. Telling you all to come back" Bendy added.
You nodded.
"I came back to a nightmare. Ink pools that would swallow me if I weren't careful, creatures that clawed at my ankles, and you"
Bendy's breath hitched. A cold sweat rolled down his brow.
"I was terrified. The darling I drew for years, stood before me out for blood, and I was the only target in sight. I don't know what he did to you.......but I became afraid of the very toon I loved! Even now, I'm afraid that I'll wake up to find my throat in your maw and my heart in your claws!" you cried.
An endless river of cries they echo within my mind, I kept them hidden from sight, masked behind these smiles of mine.
Bendy stood on the crate, level with you in the old chair. He wrapped his arms around you as you cried into his chest. He rubbed your back in slow circles as his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck.
The memories I left behind, a piece of me I want to find. Here alone, so restless, hidden from you, I'm helpless.
His own memories pained him as he deeply and sincerely regretted the hell he put you through. All this time he thought you hated him when the truth revealed something different.
You were just like him. Afraid to wake up to find that this 'happy ending' was nothing more than a delusion caused by the long exposure to the ink and the endless isolation. You were afraid to wake up from a beautiful lie and be forever trapped in that ugly truth.
Standing on the edge, leaning over the thoughts in my head, slowly I fade like a withered sedge I breath a sigh, will the lies ever end?
"Look, (Y/n), I'm sorry for everything. I've hated myself immensely for the pain I caused you. It's because of you that I'm working so hard to change for the better"
"For....me?" you asked shocked as your cheeks burned.
Am I alive? Am I dead from inside? Tell me, is this my life? Am I living a lie? Ooh
"Of course! For you, and you alone!"
"But.....Why?"
I closed my eyes felt the time passing by, while the cold air embraces me. Screaming alone I cried; Bendy took your hands gently, rubbing his thumbs across the backs. His colors reverting back to their original scheme. Ruby eyes meeting your (e/c) ones.
Am I alive? Am I dead from inside? Tell me, is this my life? Am I living a lie? Ooh
"Because.......I love you" he said smiling wider than ever.
Tears pricked at the corners as you leaned in. You pulled him into your lap and kissed him deeply.
He nuzzled his face back into the crook of your neck happily as you whispered in his ear.
"You really haven't changed at all, have you darling?"
